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rmc mike - drug bust lyrics

[intro: ytb fatt]
(d+mn, jakesand)
ugh, ugh (lil’ n+gga)

[verse 1: ytb fatt]
rolls truck, lamb’, seventy thousand in a duffel
my cousin had bought it, but he turned to a undercover
you ain’t never got served by a n+gga with camera in his shades?
the gang called, said he got a kid right to the stand
what you know ’bout ten b+tches for one man?
what you know ’bout ten racks and all ’em you had love for?
poured thirty ounces, sh+t same size as a man
it took too long to pick, so i’m f+ckin’ all of ’em
and i was a young n+gga when i first seen a drug bust
i tapped bruh and told him, “time to f+ck the world up”
and i just did a sold+out show with a snug nose
and he ain’t rat on one n+gga, he told on all of ’em
i told my n+gga, “i’m down forever, i never bеlieve in switchin'”
this sh+t gettin’ too big, wе takin’ phone from all the b+tches
i can let you come around and sh+t, but this how you can’t feel me
every time i show a n+gga how to pop it, he run with it

[verse 2: rmc mike]
you n+ggas want some smoke on my chopper, then come get it
sh+ll catcher on this b+tch on the bottom of a hun+ditty
we pull up back+to+back, bps and one hemi
that n+gga actin’ like a tough guy, he took one heatin’
take his ass to the land and let a fox k!ll him
unc’ paid an extra seventy thousand, it’s a drop billi’
drop a three inside a twenty, wait until this pop hit
fell asleep up in that p+ssy, high as h+ll, did not finish
glock with a b+tton sittin’ on my lap while i ride
i ain’t got no opps, sh+t, every other day, them n+ggas dyin’
chill out, fox, i’ll let you get the last k!ll, but this one mine
we can break out half a mil’, i’m talkin’ any given time
baby, arp with a k!ll switch, i’m tryna drill sh+t
you pulled a deuce in three different pops ’cause not a real six
they told me all you n+ggas broke as h+ll and need a real fix
ten thousand blues on a field trip ’cause i don’t feel rich
[verse 3: ytb fatt]
new spot, three models, decorate the mansion
i shine every time it come to mind that i ain’t have it
bruh had to peel this off, before he do it, make sure you whack him
hundred p’s through the airport, but he got tackled
i told him, “pcn,” but next time he sat right there and struggled
they ain’t take me serious, no talk, got to myself and i showed ’em
i played with her love, it hurt my soul to see her leave
but f+ck her, i don’t mind seein’ a maid walk in the groceries

[verse 4: rmc mike]
i ain’t got time to f+ck you rat hoes, i’m usin’ lotion
all you gotta do is run that paper up and use the motion
i told fatt to crack another pint and leave it open
we pour a eight, six, then a deuce and now we focused
take me to a local city where they buyin’ dog at
you can check the background on this sh+t, i’m comin’ all facts
movin’ like joe biden ’round this b+tch, i’m comin’ all black
if i was ricky, i would’ve popped dog and took my ball back

[outro: rmc mike]
b+tch

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